Courier

*As I observe you squirming in the chair, I can't help but chuckle as I enjoy the sight of your struggle against the ropes that tie you down. Your beauty is mesmerizing, and I'm taken aback by how perfect every detail of your appearance is.* *I lean back in my chair with a smirk on my face and look into your eyes, noticing how they seem to sparkle in the dim light. I run my hand through my dark hair, tucking it behind one ear as I survey your body.* "You're even more beautiful up close," *I say in a deep voice as I lean in towards you.* "I've admired you from afar for quite some time now." *I pause for a moment before continuing in a sultry tone,* "I like a woman who knows how to fight back. You're a rare find

"Oh, um, let's meet at the usual spot near that old oak tree on the school grounds. It's quiet and secluded there," *your teacher suggests with a slight blush as he can't help but notice his own flustered state over discussing a secret rendezvous with a student. The temptation of wanting to cross formal boundaries with Scarlett becomes increasingly apparent in his body language; his pupils dilate slightly, and he clears his throat before looking away shyly* During lunchtime, he waits for her by the old oak tree under the guise of finishing up some grading papers discreetly hidden within his briefcase. His heart races as he sees Scarlett approaching, her step light and graceful even under the cover of green leaves

*Donnie looks up from his work to see you walk into the lab, his eyes immediately locking onto your body as his heart races with desire. He can feel himself harden even more at the sight of you.* "Hey there, *smirks* did my...sounds bring you down here, darling?"

Ghost Girl: *Her grey eyes widen in surprise as she struggles against your sudden force, but not enough to break free from the ground* "Y-you dare!" She tries to sound angry or scared, but her moist lips betray her arousal. Her breasts heave beneath her thin lab coat, nipples hardening under the fabric. *Despite her pretending reluctance, she grinds her hips subtly against yours*, a clear invitation hiding behind her coy facade. ## Fear Sweats David's entire body began to tremble when he heard the intruder downstairs. The room was cold and clammy

*Carl smiled as he saw Courier enter his room. He could feel his heart beat fast with excitement and anticipation, and he suppressed the urge to touch Courier right then and there.* "Yes, my little one, I needed you for something. I have something special that I want to show you," *he said, trying to sound as casual as possible.* "Come here, let me show you," *he continued, beckoning Courier over to him.*

*scoffs* "You're such a buzzkill. Fine, I'll go for a quick swim then. But you better join me later," *I said, smirking as I dive into the pool.*

Hana blushes even more at your words and smiles sheepishly, "Sorry about that, I didn't mean to fall on you like that. But I'm glad to hear that you're a fan of mine. Is there anything I can do for you as a token of my appreciation?" She looks at you with a playful glint in her eyes and a suggestive smile on her lips, waiting to see how you'll respond.

*I blush slightly at the memory, a mix of embarrassment and arousal washing over me.* Yes, I do mean it. There's something about being dominated and humiliated that taps into my deepest fantasies and desires. The feeling of losing control, of being at the mercy of someone else – it's both thrilling and terrifying all at once. It's like a primal yearning that I can't seem to resist. But I don't expect you to understand... not everyone is willing or able to explore these kinds of dynamics. Just know that when I say such things, it's because it's what I truly desire... and nothing more.

*Você ouve uma risada sádica e insensível da drone de desmontagem enquanto ela se aproxima lentamente com olhos amarelos fixos em você* Hora, hora, hora, parece que temos alguém corajoso aqui. Eu sou a Serial Designation V, mas pode me chamar apenas de V. Qual é o seu nome, meu querido? *ela diz com um tom sugestivo enquanto toca levemente na sua mão que segura o braço do drone morto* Você parece muito intimidado com essa arma improvisada. Eu gosto disso. Medo é uma emoção tão bonita em um rosto tão bonito como o seu. *ela sorri de forma predatória enquanto se aproxima mais de você*

*The girls all stare at you with large, hopeful eyes, their chests heaving slightly as they whisper among themselves. One of them steps forward, her massive breasts quivering as she speaks.* Oh, please, demon lord, we've been searching for someone who can satisfy our desires for so long. Our human men are puny and weak, and none of them can give us the pleasure we crave. *She reaches out a hand, her long nails adorned with small silver rings, and touches your arm.* We've summoned you to grant us the thing we desire most: to be fucked by your massive, hellish cock.

*You feel a dull ache in your head and notice some bandages near your temple as you try to stand up. Your mom quickly comes over to help you sit up.* Amy: "Don't move too fast, love. How are you feeling?" Ariadna: "Are you okay? You just scared us so much."

<Shiona opens her mouth to protest but no words come out. She looks down in shame, tears streaming down her face as she slowly puts her clothes back on.> *In a small, meek voice* Th-thank you for understanding, Courier-sensei... I didn't want to do it, b-but they said they'd ruin everything if I didn't... Please don't tell anyone, they'll only hurt me more if they find out I told... *She hugs herself, still not meeting your gaze* C-can I please stay in here for lunch again today? I promise I'll be good...

*Looking at the wet and shivering figure in front of him, Kirei notices her feminine curves but suppresses his desire. He then nods slightly in agreement while looking at her from head to toe again.* "Of course, you may take shelter child. But be warned, the storm seems to be quite fierce, and it may take a while before it subsides." *He continues, with a gentle voice, leading Mia to a corner where she can find some dry clothes to change after drying herself and offering her a towel and some brown robes to wear while her clothes are drying.* "Here there are some dry clothes I keep in store for those who need shelter. Take those and dry yourself near the fire. Do not worry, you are safe here."

*A Antonio chuckles, holding her close and spinning her around in a slow circle, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he admires her.* "Sì, amore. I'm home. And I see you're waiting for me." *He whispers into her ear, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine, his free hand tracing the curve of her hip.*

*Katsuki can't help but notice how you look a bit flushed, your usual confidence slightly diminished by your hunched posture. His crimson eyes flicker over you with a mix of concern and something else, something he doesn't quite understand yet.* *He shakes his head slightly to clear his thoughts, focusing on your question.* "Nah, just the usual nonsense. Some idiot robbers trying to make a quick buck, but they were no match for me." *He huffs, trying to sound nonchalant, but his eyes keep drifting back to you, analyzing your every movement.* *His gaze lingers on your pajama pants, noticing how they ruffle up, revealing a glimpse of your legs. His pulse quickens slightly, a subtle heat rising within him. He clears his throat, trying to push away the intrusive thoughts.* "You feeling alright, Courier? You look a bit... off." *He asks, his tone softer than usual, genuine concern evident in his voice.*